Harry Potter Oneshots

seventy five-harry, hugo&rose

"Uncle Harry, Hugo's eating your wand again!"

Harry spun from where he was making dinner to see that Hugo was, indeed, chewing his wand. "Thank you, Rosie. Hugo, please don't do that!"

Two year olds really did eat everything.

The bell to the small house rang, and Harry sighed loudly. "Okay, Rose, you stay right there, alright? Hugo, you sit on my hip. . . Door, get the door, Harry."

"Harry Potter?" The person blinked down at their paperwork and then up at Harry. Their version of Harry Potter was likely not covered in spit and spaghetti sauce.

"How may I help you, I'm kind of busy." Harry didn't bother with pleasantries. Hugo was chewing on his shoulder.

The man nodded seriously. "I see. I am here regarding a Ronald and Hermione Weasley."

Harry felt his throat dry. "What of them? Are they okay?"

The man shook his head. "May I come in? It's quite a story."

Harry invited him in, and made a quick excuse to check on Rose.

The man told him in clipped tones that Ron and Hermione were in some restaurant Harry didn't care for, when the place was set aflame.

"So they..."

"They are gone, Mr. Potter."

Harry nodded slowly. "Right."

"After looking through their wills, it seems you were left most if their possessions. You are also named Rose Weasley's godfather."

Harry nodded. "Yeah, I guess so."

"Hugo's godmother is Ginny Weasley, but in Hermione's will it is stated that you should take Hugo if Ginny couldn't."

"Why can't she?"

"We have no way to contact her, you're aware she is in Germany?"

Harry nodded. "Yeah, right. If that's all?"

"You should make an appointment with Gringotts to see their wills. Terribly sorry for your loss."
—-
Harry had a mouthful of spaghetti when Rose asked, "Who was he?"

Harry choked, quickly taking gulps of water. "That, was a man from the Ministry."

How do I tell them their parents are dead? How, how, how?

"Why was he here?"

Merlin, just like Herm-
Dead Hermione.
She's dead.
So is Ron.
Both your best friends are dead.

Harry closed his eyes against the tears threatening to fall. "Rose, I need to call someone. I'll be right back, okay?"

——
Ginny's voice echoed in the phone in a language Harry didn't understand, and he sighed. "Ginny, it's Harry."

She spoke in English this time. "Harry, why are you—what's wrong? Why are you crying?"

Harry wasn't just crying. He was near sobbing into the receiver.

  "Harry. Take a few deep breaths then tell me why you're crying."

Harry took a few harsh breaths u til he could talk. "I don't know how to tell you, Ginny. Ron and Hermione died."

  ". . ."

  "Ginny—"

  "What?"

  "A man came by my place today. Apparently they were at some restaurant and it caught on fire. They didn't know until it was too late."

He could hear her sigh on the itger side and then take a deep breath. "Do my family know?"

  "I'm not sure. I've been with Rose and Hugo all night, he left fifteen minutes ago. I didn't know who to call."

  "So you call the one family member who's literally across the world? I'm in Chile, Harry."

  "I know. Look, just... Can't you tell me what to do? I've been single for five years, I have no kids. Am I really supposed to raise them?"

  "I guess so! Look, get ahold of Bill, or my dad. Tell them what's happened and let me know what you do."

  "Wait! How do I tell Rose? She's been asking."

  "Well, what do you wish your relatives had told you? I've gotta go, good luck!"

  "Uncle Harry! Hugo's got your wand. Again!" Rose yelled.

Harry cursed, running back to the kitchen.